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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 14 2005, 06:50 AM (71 Views) | |
| Tiff | Jan 14 2005, 06:50 AM Post #1 |
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Scene opens on Sam and Kevin sitting on some very ugly carpet, ugly like hotel room ugly. They are chatting a bit loudly for it being only the two of them in the room, then we see the nearly empty bottle of peach schnapps sitting between them. Kevin says something fast and nearly unintelligible and then starts laughing so hard that he is crying. Sam appears to sober up a bit and looks hurt from whatever it was the Kevin said to her. Sam: That wasn’t funny…. Kevin is still laughing too hard to talk but the word “frosty” can clearly be heard between the breaths and the laughing. Sam just shakes her head and stands up, nearly falling back down. She grabs a blanket and puts it around herself so that she doesn’t show everyone in the hall her pajamas. Sam: Laugh it up, I’m leaving for a bit. She takes her key card with her and shuts the door on a hysterical Kevin. After passing about six doors she stops and one and knocks on it. She waits a few minutes and raises her hand to knock again when it opens. Care to guess who answered the door? BK: Hey, what’s up? The sex machine gun is currently dressed in a pair of baggy silk pants. If they were about twice as big, they’d be hammer pants, but there’s no elastic around the ankles. His hair is down and flowing over his shoulders, slightly wet, presumably from a shower. Sam sighs after taking all of this in. Sam: Kevin and I were celebrating my win for like the second night in a row and….I don’t know he is too drunk for me to tolerate right now and I can’t sleep just yet. BK: Mmmmm. Well, you could come in here for a little while if you’d like. Bill Kuriyama can be entertaining. Sam: I would like that, unless you are feeling like making mean jokes. I don’t care to hear anymore of those. BK: Nah, I’ll be nice for once. Bill smiles. He leads her in the room and offers her the couch. Sam lets the blanket slide down so that Bill can now see what’s under it. Pink, yes pink tank top cut short enough to show a bit of her stomach and silky pajama pants with little stars on them. He looks her up and down. BK: Cute pants. Sam: That’s why I had the blanket, didn’t want anyone in the hall to see me like this. BK: Afraid pink will kill your reputation? Or do you just not want to get sucked into the Kennedy/Torrie club? Sam: I’m not sure really. I just know that strangers don’t need to be seeing me in pink, it’s like a private sort of thing. BK: So, what happened with Kevin that you came to hunt down Bill Kuriyama? Sam situates herself on the couch so she can face him. Sam: Kevin can get mean when he’s drinking. Not like beating up on people mean but judgmental mean and he knows pretty much everything that has happened in my life. That gives him ammo, he said something and cracked up so I left. I like talking to you and I thought that you would still be up. BK: Yeah, still up. Couldn’t watch Adult Swim any other way. Meatwad makes Bill Kuriyama laugh. He gestures to the TV across the room where a cartoon ball of meat, a milkshake, a box of fries and a hairy man are arguing about termites. Sam nods and smiles. Sam: So, there’s something I have been wanting to ask you. BK: Shoot. Sam: What’s with the change of heart? Suddenly I’m no longer the witch-bitch and….I don’t know, things changed with us. Bill shrugs. BK: I dunno, honestly. You talked to me. Nobody talks to me. They gab at me from afar, leave the egotistical superstar to his dressing room and all that, but no one has had whatever it takes to come chat Bill Kuriyama up. Not that I’m complaining. Enough idiots in this federation that if they all bothered Bill Kuriyama he’d have to go on a slapping spree… you should know that. They keep partnering you with Torrie. No bigger idiot. Sam smiles and nods, agreeing with Bill. Sam: Darn, and here I was totally thinking that it was all because I got nearly naked in front of you. She smiles at him making a point to show that she is teasing. Bill chuckles. BK: Who knows, maybe that IS why? Only happened once, though… maybe it was a fluke, and we should try it again, see if I really do like you? This time, Bill doing the teasing. Sam: Maybe we should. Bill just chuckles a bit evil like and Sam cant hold her “serious” face and chuckles, too. Sam: You didn’t like me at all when we fist met, did you? Ignoring the fact we had a match against each other at the time. BK: I wouldn’t say that… and that’s sayin’ something because I’d say a lot of things. Sam: Ahh. BK: Most people get me wrong; I like guys like Chris Maclay and Brighty. I do. But you gotta say what you gotta say in order to win a match, in order to psych your opponent out. Weird thing with you was, I said what I said and you came to confront me about it. No one does that, like I said. No one confronts Bill Kuriyama. They send reporters to answer their questions, you walked in and stole my testicle hair. That takes balls. Both to grow the hair and to steal it. Sam blushes and hopes that Bill wont notice. Sam: I’m starting to feel bad about that now… Bill waves the notion away. BK: Wounds heal, hair grows back. Don’t worry about it. Sam: You were the first person besides a doctor that I’ve been that naked in front of in a LONG time. I honestly hadn’t planed on getting naked, but once I was in there…I knew I probably wasn’t going to get you naked any other way. BK: Meh, you still had your panties on. Saved a little face. … or ass, as it were. Sam runs hands through her hair to get it out of her face and laughs. Sam: Hey! DO you have my bra? You never told me… Bill sighs. BK: Yes, Bill Kuriyama has your bra. Sam cracks up laughing. Sam: I knew it! Bill just shakes his head. BK: You and half of FIW. Sam leans closer and gives him a hug and finally notices that his hair is down and still a bit damp. Sam: Oh wow, I didn’t even notice that your hair is down. I like it. BK: …thanks. Bill looks a bit confused. Sam: I just wasn’t expecting it to be so long. Bill shrugs and nods to the side. BK: I can keep it this way because of the Japanese in me. I’m lucky to have my father’s hair; if I had my Mom’s I’d probably be sporting an afro right now. Sam smiles at him. Sam: I’m glad you got your father’s hair too. You would look odd with an afro. BK: Bill Kuriyama doesn’t WANT an afro. Mom’s hair’s just super-nappy. Only alternative is to be bald or have dreadlocks… and I dunno. Something about being bald or having dreadlocks that just seems so… overdone. Bill pauses, mostly because Wight is wondering if you got the little rib on Tier. Did you? BK: So lets talk about you for once. Sam: Umm, okay. What do you want to know? BK: I dunno. Something I’m not already aware of. Sam thinks on this for a few seconds. Sam: Well, you know that I came from a really little town where there wasn’t much of anything. That meant that the people who lived there were rather…closed-minded. Their kids were the same. I was in a lot of fights growing up, physical ones… Sam stands and pulls her pants and panties down dangerously low and shows Bill a long scar. Sam: After I was held down by a few kids, one of them meaner than I expected, I started going to martial arts classes. That is where I found out that I was good. Bill shakes his head, coming back to earth from wherever it was he found himself lost. BK: I’m… sorry to hear that. Sam: It was the first thing that came to mind…well the first thing that mattered. She suddenly realizes that she is still standing there with her pants held rather far down. She pulls them back up and sits down beside Bill again. Sam gets a thinky face for just a second, then inquires. Sam: Did you hear anything I said after I pulled my pants down? BK: Something about… you had a kid in high school… I don’t know. Sam shakes her head and sighs. Bill chuckles. BK: Calm down, I’m just messing with you. I heard what you said. It really is unfortunate. Sam: Good, I’m glad you heard it. Means I don’t have to repeat it. BK: So what didn’t matter? Sam: My parents, what Kevin said that upset me, brothers, sisters…things like that. BK: … aaand why doesn’t that matter? Sam: There’s just not much to tell with any of them. My parents are uninteresting; they were all supportive until I dropped out of college and decided to be a wrestler. I have one brother who’s gay, used to date Kevin. That’s how I met him. What Kevin said was about my boyfriend in college… how we broke up, things he said to me. The only thing in that list that has any effect on who I am now is the boyfriend thing. He was the first person I fell in love with, and consequently the first person to break my heart. Sam takes a much needed breath after saying all that, then locates her blanket and pulls it up around herself because she is starting to feel a bit cold. Bill moves in closer and puts his arm around Sam supportively. Sam: Want to know more or are you done hearing about small town life for one night? BK: Meh, go on. Bill Kuriyama grew up in a big city; all he’s used to are gang fights, drive-bys, and neon lights. Sam: Okay. Well, after the thing with me being held down and that asshole deciding to leave his mark, my parents sued his, got the ones that held me down to testify, and it was settled out of court. Sounds good…except that the shit at school didn’t stop. I think it was about a month after the case was settled a new group dragged me into the boys restroom… Sam trails off and looks at Bill, he waves his hands and shakes his head, not wanting to hear any more. Sam nods. BK: That’s unexpected. You don’t seem to traumatized by it. Sam: You get over things like that… it feeds into the person I am now; why I’m here, why I want to be the best. Other things too, like how I’m scared of hospitals. BK: No, actually, you don’t get over that. Well, YOU get over that, but most people don’t. That takes either some incredible willpower or finely tuned repression skills. Sam: Try two years of counseling, some drugs, and later beating the living shit out of the people involved. BK: Ah, well yeah. That’ll do it too. Bill chuckles, but not like “OMG you had to go to counseling!” chuckle, more like a little chuckle. Sam: He came for me again about a year after the boys room attack, but by this time I could take care of myself…and I did. He never touched me or even really looked at me again. BK: Hard to look at a girl who’s kicked your ass. Sam nods. Sam: I managed to get all three of them…the ones that… well… you know… one ended up going to the hospital because I broke his arm. Sam sighs and leans against Bill and puts her head on his bare chest. Sam: Heard enough? Or do you want to hear about college, which wasn’t anything like high school. BK: Lets move on to college, then. Something more positive, I hope. Sam: Okay, I went to a college about an hour from where I grew up, lived on campus and everything. I was going for a degree in Archeology. In one of my freshman classes I sat buy this guy who I immediately had a bit of a crush on. He was cute and funny, just a loveable person. I actually thought he was gay for about a week. Anyhow, we did some light dating, studying together, going to book stores after about six months we basically lived in my dorm room. Sam takes a breath and continues. Sam: We were like that for about two years. I stayed at his house with his family during breaks from school. It was really good. When we started our junior year together I started to make some more friends and started to go out more often with these new friends. There were a few guys that were straight, but he had nothing to worry about…He didn’t see it that way and accused me of cheating on him. After two fights where I had to convince him I wasn’t cheating….Well…They were just such horrible fights and I would always go stay with my friend May after them. One night she had two of the guys over, one of them being my supposed partner in the cheating. I talked to him about it, one thing lead to another… I woke up in the wrong person’s arms. I went right to my boyfriend and told him. He called me a lot of names and left. I only stayed at college for a few months before I quit and went into training. BK: Hm. That’s…quite a story. Sam: Yeah it sure is. Sam looks down and even a bit guilty, she pulls away from her comfy snuggle position enough to look into Bill’s eyes. Sam: I…umm…If we were…would you trust me? Bill looks a bit confused. Sam: If you and I were to start…dating…doing more than just going out together, would you trust me to not cheat on you? BK: Well, yeah, why wouldn’t I? I mean, assuming I was afforded the same respect. Sam: Because I cheated once… BK: Well yeah, but Bill Kuriyama has been with an uncountable number of women. What would keep him from doing the same? Sam: I don’t know… Bill shakes his head, trying from a different angle. BK: I’m not entirely sure why, Sam, but I trust you. I’ve gone over it in my head a million times. “Why in the world would I trust someone who has stolen personal-- VERY personal – property, used crazy voodoo on me, and took advantage of me?” Bill shrugs. BK: But I do. Sam nods and smiles, then perks up like she has just remembered something. Sam: I’ll be right back; I need to check on Kevin. Sam gets up and pulls her blanket around her again to hide the pink pajamas. She looks over and smiles at Bill. Sam: Do you like peach schnapps? BK: Yeah, sure. Sam nods at Bill then just looks at him for a second like she is thinking about something. Apparently she decides on whatever it was she was thinking about, then dashes across the room and out the door. |
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| Minister Wighty | Jan 14 2005, 11:11 AM Post #2 |
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Bill sits up and leans forward, clasping his hands together. He starts talking out loud, because we can't read thoughts and need some exposition. BK: Weird. Good... but weird. He squeezes his eyes together and rubs his head. It's time for some acetaminophen. Bill rises from the sofa and moves to the bathroom. He procures a bottle from the mirror cabinet thingy and opens the cap before downing two capsules. He screws the lid back on, swallows, and makes that noise people make when they swallow pills wrong. He leans on the sink and looks into the mirror. BK: You've been with tons of girls since high school, Bill. How is this any different? The camera moves to focus on his reflection instead of the man himself, creating that neat hollywood "guy talking to himself but kinda talking to two people" effect. BK: You actually like her, that's how. The camera refocuses on Bill. BK: Yeah, but I liked those other girls. Wouldn't have slept with them if I didn't like them. Back to the mirror Bill, who wears an irritated face. BK: This is more complicated and you know it. You're interested in her. You want to know about her. You've asked her questions other than "what position". Bill the man is back in focus. He turns away from the mirror and leans his ass against the sink. BK: Yeah... never thought I would have found someone interesting here, though... Sam: Bill? Mr. Kuriyama's head perks up and he heads back to the living room/bedroom. BK: Was just taking something for my headache. Sam: Aw, I'm sorry! I didn't know you had a headache! BK: It's fine. It's slight. He sits down on the end of the bed, raising his eyebrows and giving Sam a look-over. Sam walks over standing about a foot in front of Bill. Sam: Kevin was already asleep, so I just grabbed these. She holds up two small bottles of peach schnapps by their necks, one with about a swallow left, and a full one. BK: Super-duper. Sam laughs. Sam: Super-duper? BK: Yes. Y'know, like, keen. Neat-o. Wowzers. Sam shakes her head and whumps onto the bed, stretching out behind Bill as his self-amused smile widens. Sam: Mm... comfy! Bill chuckles as Sam unscrews the cap to the almost-gone schnapps and downs it. She sets it on the stand near the bed and smiles at Bill, shaking the other bottle. Sam: *teasingly* I'ts yummy~! Bill accepts her offer and twists off the cap (lots of cap-twisting in this RP. I bet I've mentioned twisting the cap 4, 5 times) and takes a swig. He smacks his lips and makes the "ahhh" sound that any proper schnapps drinker does after any amount is imbibed and hands the bottle back to Sam. BK: Mmm... tasty. Sam rolls up into a sitting position, letting the blanket fall a bit as she moves her hair to one side. Sam: It was cheap, too. BK: Cheap liquor is the best liquor. Makes you drunker for less money. Sam nods and takes a drink. BK: Wouldn't have picked you for a lush, though. Then again, there's a lot of things I've learned tonight about you that I would have never guessed. Sam: Eh, I'm full of surprises. BK: So... uh... Sam: So, what kind of surprises do you have? Bill thanks chance for Sam asking a question, and ponders for a second. BK: I'm not sure. I'm a simple guy, really. A little on the lonely side, but my past isn't all complicated and after-school-special like yours. Sam: Aw, c'mon. There's gotta be something. BK: Don't know what you're looking for. Bill shrugs. BK: I was born in New York City, grew up there. Dad's an architect, mom... well, mom does what she can. I was in a gang for a while when I was twelve... that lasted for about three years. A friend of mine got shot, so I got out of it and turned my life around. Your typical black guy wrestler upbringing. Bill makes a sour face and shrugs. Sam: What about girls? ... girlfriends, that is. Bill narrows his eyes in thought and his mouth cracks open as he tries to think of aaaaaaaaall the women... Sam senses he's trying to count the number of women he's slept with and clarifies. Sam: Er... like, girls you've dated. Had a relationship with. Not just random sex. BK: Oh. I... had a girlfriend in high school. Then there was Elaine. She and I were off and on for a long time five years ago... Bill decides to end his sentence by trailing off, since he was done. Sam looks at him a little shocked. Sam: You've not spent quality time with... one woman... in five years? BK: Oh, the time I've spent has been quality. And quantity. Both of the Qs. Sam: Have you had both of those Qs more than twice with the same woman? BK: Does the same night count? Sam: No. BK: No. Sam: Have you even WANTED that? Both Qs? BK: Uh... yeah. Yeah. Sam: So why didn't you? BK: *shrugs* I don't know. They weren't... like... relationship girls. They were nice, but not interesting. Super-models, they're about as 2D as a cardboard cutout... attorneys, they're all full of themselves. Never wanna talk about Bill Kuriyama. Investment bankers. Those were the worst... Bill focuses on an interesting spot on the ceiling, remembering. Sam: Whoa. How do I know that you're not just gonna leave me after whatever it is you want? Bill starts. BK: OK, honey, I know we're friendly and such, but you're jumping ahead of your horse, here. We aren't in one of those relationships. Bill thinks, then adds; BK: ... yet. Secondly, do you think I'm some kind of sleaze, wooing women and then leaving them? I've not DATED anyone like I have you. I've not seen most girls I've been with more than once. Sam takes a loooong drink, and swallows. Sam: Oh. BK: *shrugs* I'm... sorry? Are you disappointed or something? Pissed off? 'Cuz I'd like to know what makes you think my lifestyle is a problem. Bill speaks calmly, not at all accusatory. He's a bit irritated, but he's not letting it drive him, giving Sam more patience than he would most anyone else. Sam: I'm not pissed. She shakes some notion out of her head. Sam: I'm sorry. I got a little ahead of myself... a little ahead of us. Bill slanty-faces and places his hand over hers, patting it. BK: It's OK. I dunno, all this is weird. Uncomfortable, but in a good way. Like a new pair of wrestling boots that need breaking in. Bill can't help but glance to his bag where his not-quite-broken-in boots reside. BK: I know what I've gotta do to get a girl into bed before she thinks I'm interested in her for more than the night, but... whatever's happening here... Bill tries to articulate with his hand, but that doesn't so much work, since he doesn't speak but two words of sign language, and neither are appropriate. Sam grabs his hand. Sam: Yeah. I understand. Bill half-shrugs one shoulder and cocks his head to the side. Sam: This is new... to both of us. I've never been in a situation quite like this one... and neither have you. So it's bound to be uncomfortable. She nods, smiling slightly. Sam: In a good way. BK: Right... Sam offers Bill the bottle and he drinks a long draught. BK: Thanks. Sam watches Bill for a second as he stares at the liquid in the bottle. Sam: Are you all right? You seem a little... off. Bill looks up. BK: I'm kinda tired... and I'm kinda re-evaluating myself. Bill jerks his head toward the camera. BK: Can't say whatever's going on between us is very good for the whole heel gimmick either. I'm just hoping Elrick or some idiot doesn't get the wrong idea and approach me looking for an ally... or worse, a friend. Sam: What time is it? Bill glances around the room and gestures to his white gold watch on the stand. Sam picks it up and strains to read the little lines, finally deducing that it's two-thirty. Sam: It's two-thirty. Bill nods. There's a space of silence, punctuated slightly by the slosh of liquid in the bottle. Sam: Well, you're tired... and I don't want to keep you up. She starts to scoot off the bed, but Bill catches her arm. BK: I'm not that tired. You asked, I answered. ... or were you looking for a reason to leave? Sam: No... no. I just... didn't wanna keep you up. BK: I'm fine. Sure, I've got training to do tomorrow, but that's in the afternoon. Sam: All right, then. Sam lays back down on the bed. Sam: Why don't you pick a topic, then. Since my last question didn't go so well. BK: It went fine. You asked, I answered. *shrugs* I'm sorry if you didn't like what you learned. I'm not what you'd call romantic. Sam smiles at that. Sam: But that's not what I see. Y'know, we've... we've been on two dates. We've sat up for two hours now, talking. What you were telling me and what I've experienced didn't mesh in my head. It confused me. She punctuates her words with the "he's got-a ball-a like-a this" hand gesture, and Bill looks to her with eyebrow quirked. BK: What do you see? Sam: A guy with shoulder length hair... six-five... cute. Bill smirks and pokes her in the forehead with his fist. Sam grabs her forehead and rolls onto her back. Sam: Ahh! What's with the beating? She smiles playfully and Bill shakes his head, still sporting the smirk under his delicate moustache. Sam: I see someone who is... maybe trying to be romantic... and it's coming off as cute, and kind of endearing. She looks at him with an almost disassociative expression ringing of snarky matter-of-factness. BK: Hm. I'd wager you're the only person who thinks that way. Sam: But I'm also the only one who's gone on a date with you twice. BK: Well, not the only one, but the only one I haven't broken up with. It's funny how girls think that just because you think they're nice and fun, you wanna quit your life and give it all to them... Bill shakes his head and looks to Sam for anything else she may have to say. Sam: Yeah, a lot of girls DO think that way. And it is kinda crazy. Bill looks at Sam quizzically. BK: How is it you know all this... relationship... stuff? Sam: I've had friends that have been in relationships. Female friends, that is. I've had two myself... BK: You never did tell me about the second one... what happened there? Sam thinks for a tick and slowly smiles. Sam: He was in middle school. We dated for... about five months. And then we broke up... *shakes head* for some dumbe middle-school reason. BK: Ahhh, I see. I can understand why you would gloss over that, then. Must be a friend thing, then. Haven't had many of those since I started wrestling. Sam: Yeah, it's hard to make friens somewhere you're put in constant competition with everyone. Bill nods in agreement. BK: Tag-teams tend to get along. Stables. But then again, there are those that are thrown together... like yourself and Torrie. I'm guessing you guys don't go shopping together, ne? He smiles and Sam quickly shakes her head. Sam: Ohhh, no no no. No. No. I can't STAND her. Bill chuckles. BK: It's even harder here in FIW. Not the same kayfabe you'd find in other wrestling federations. More often than not the storylines are born of real-life rivalries... Sam nods, knowing. Sam: I've only ever been in FIW, though, so I can't really compare it to anything. BK: True. I've only been here, in PWA, and in a score of indy feds. Indy feds don't even really HAVE storylines. Just matches. Sam tosses up one hand. Sam: I didn't know about the indy thing! Bill furrows his eyebrows, raising one. BK: Wha? Sam: It's not really a surprise... but I still didn't know it. BK: Huh. Yeah, I'm kinda surprised you didn't have to deal with indy bullshit. It's fun, I suppose, but most of their "talent" is piss-poor. Sam: Did you leave because you were bored, or... ? BK: It wasn't a challenge, so yeah. I suppose I was bored. I missed seeing my face on TV, too. Fame is part of my drive to compete. To be the best, to be the winner. Sam: The fame is fun. Sam wriggles on the bed a bit, trying to reach an itch. She finally gives up and sits up again, moving her arm to scratch the itch. BK: Quite a show for one little itch. Sam: I was trying to scratch and not flash you. BK: Ah, so. The left corner of Bill's mouth pulls upward and his eyes soften. He takes another swig of the schnapps and hands it back to Sam, who takes a swallow as well. She places it next to its empty brother on the stand. A sly look overtakes her face, and she quietly grips the pillow at the head of the bed, whips around, and SMACKS Bill upside the head with it! BK: Wa-hey! What was that for!? She softly hits him on top of his head and takes the pillow back. Sam: You had a weird smile. She can't help but grin the same way Bill can't help but smile. Bill heaves a pleasant sigh and looks at Sam with the "you're weird" look. Sam smirks and gets to her feet, hopping back and forth softly on the bed, weilding the pillow like a chair. Sam: Come on. Let's go! Bill raises his eyebrow and shakes his head. Sam hits him with the pillow again. Sam: Chiiii-cken! Bill suppresses a smile. BK: Oh, it's on now. Sam has a split second to begin saying "good" before Bill grabs her by the thighs and hefts her over his shoulder, carrying her around the room like a sack of potatoes. BK: See that? Now you're upside down. Sam drops the pillow and balls up her fists, hitting Bill in the butt. BK: Careful. I've heard that if you hit a person just right they'll fall unconscious. Don't want me to drop you, now do you? Bill does the fake-drop thing, but being that Sam's a wrestler she doesn't really freak out much. He's only slightly disappointed. Sam stops hitting him in the butt, and sighs. Sam: This isn't fair. BK: Ah, so you're gonna pout now? Bill throws her lightly onto the bed, Sam's head landing lightly on the remaining pillow. Bill picks the pillow off the floor and wings it at her. Sam catches it as it hits her in the face. Sam rolls up on her ass, laughing, setting the pillow in her lap, looking at Bill and waiting for what he does next. Bill is actually laughing softly. He shrugs. BK: I got nothin'. Sam grabs the pillow from behind her in one hand, the one in front of her in the other hand, and kneels on the bed, bouncing softly, biting her lower lip in a smile. Bill purses his lips and gets in a defensive stance, one hand straying to the other side of the wall where his wrestling pants hang on the back of the door. Sam looks a bit curious, but that's all she manages before... PANTS IN THE FACE!! Sam throws a pillow in Bill's general direction. Bill smacks it away, and Sam pulls the pants off her head. Sam: Ha! They're mine now! She stands and gets into them, tucking the top down into her pajama bottoms. BK: That's cute. You're like me, except small, white, and curvier. Sam laughs and tries to move forward, but trips on the pants and lands on the bed on her stomach. Bill takes her by the shoulders and helps her back into a sitting position. He climbs onto the bed with her, sitting cross-legged directly in front of her. Sam: Well, that was fun! Bill nods. BK: You're different. Sam looks at him a bit confused and nods. Sam: Uhhh... yeaaahhhh. You didn't know that before? BK: No, no, I knew that. I think I understand why... y'know. Us... works the way it does. Scores of big city girls and wrestling groupies have come and gone. Nobody from a small town with any real romantic intention has ever found their way into Bill Kuriyama's life. Sam smiles and tries to straighten Bill's hair, which proves to be surprisingly easy. Sam: WOW your hair's really soft! Sam feels her own and pouts a bit. Bill smooths it down, smiling at her. Sam: Have you ever been in a pillow fight before? BK: No, no can't say I have. Sam: What do you think we just did? Sam smiles and Bill rolls his eyes and does that playful glare thing. BK: I thought you meant before that, smartass. Sam gets up on her knees and looks at her behind, grabbing it a little. Sam: Yeah, it is pretty smart. BK: Can you sit on popsicles and tell what flavor they are? Sam: Yes! BK: Now that's a trick I'd like to see sometime. Maybe I should go get some popsicles? You take off your pants, I'll be back. He winks. Sam: Grape. I like grape. She feigns looking innocent. Bill hesitates, then shrugs. BK: OK. I'll be back. Bill rises and grabs his keys off the kitchenette counter, heading for the door. Sam stutters, looking utterly surprised. Sam: I was just kidding! Bill smiles. BK: I know. So was I. He lifts his leg a bit. BK: I don't even have any shoes on. Sam: Oh... yeah. Totally knew that. Bill grins and tosses his keys back where they were previously and climbs back onto the bed. Sam lays back, putting her legs in the air. She looks around them to Bill. Sam: I suppose you want your pants back? BK: I will need them Tuesday. I have a match, after all. Sam grabs the pants around the thighs and draws them off, kicking her legs to get the fabric off her feet. She hands them to Bill, who is smiling in a rather pleased fashion. He takes the pants and holds them close to his abs. Sam looks rather confused at Bill, realizes she's kind of cold, and then looks down to find she's also removed her pajama pants. Her face turns a delightful shade of pink. Sam:HEY! BK:Yeah? How can Bill Kuriyama help you? Sam:You have my pants... Bill looks sidelong toward nothing in particular and moves the wad of pants slowly behind his back, holding it there with both arms. BK:Bill Kuriyama doesn't know what you're talking about... Sam pushes herself up with her arms, swivels her legs around to the back and crawls slowly on her hands and knees to Bill. She slowly places both hands on either of his shoulders, gets nose to nose with him, and speaks slowly. Sam:You... have... my... pants. Bill looks innocent, widening his eyes. BK:I don't know what you're talking about. I see no pants. Sam looks him up and down. Sam:Are you ticklish? She slowly starts to tickle under his armpits. Bill begins to shake a bit. BK:That's not a good idea, Sam. Sam stops. Sam:Why not? Are... you... ticklish? BK:Yes. Yes I am. In one spot. And you found it. Sam:Ooooooohhhhh. Sam, of course, promptly begins to tickle Bill again. BK:No, no! Quit it! Quit it, stop! Sam laughs, not stopping. Sam:I'll quit when I get my pants. Sam continues tickling, and the quivering, laughing Bill loses his balance and the two tumble backward off the edge of the bed with a WHUMP. Bill pulls his arms out from under himself and pushes himself into a half-sitting position, staring at Sam. Sam looks up at him from where she fell, her chin resting nicely on his second row in the six pack. BK:If Bill Kuriyama gets kicked out of this hotel, he's taking you with him. We will sleep on the street, and you won't have any pants. Sam laughs and pulls herself up, allowing Bill to sit fully. He grabs a wad of pink from the ball of black behind him and hands it to her. Sam:Oh, NOW you give them to me. Bill shrugs. BK:What can I say, I'm generous. Sam smiles and puts them on her head. Bill recoils slowly and chuckles, then shakes his head. Like people do. Bill leans forward a bit, then decides to continue and kisses Sam softly on the lips. He smiles at her, returning back to a seated position, his arms supporting him from behind. Sam smiles at him. Sam:That was nice. She takes the pants off her head. BK:I'm getting tired, actually. All the activity, I would guess. Sam crawls back up onto the bed, and Bill follows, grabbing the pillows and flopping them generally into their standard position. He lays his head against one, the fan of black against the white pillow creating an almost artistic image. Sam rolls onto her back and drags the pants back up around her hips. BK:Why didn't you just... stand up? Sam:I... I dunno! Sam scoots up toward his head, kisses him and smiles that same self-amused smile she's worn all night. Sam:Should I go? And let you sleep? Bill smiles as well, soft and knowing instead of amused. BK:Are you really asking if I want you to go, or are you asking me if I mind that you stay? Sam tilts her head, kinda thinky. Sam:I'm not sure. Bill closes his eyes slowly and pulls back the itchy crappy hotel blanket and the sheet. He moves to get it out from under him and raises an eyebrow at Sam, offering. Sam looks to Bill, then to the open space beside him... then back to Bill, then back to the space... then to Mr. Kuriyama again. Sam:... do you snore? BK:I have no clue. Sam:Sometimes I talk in my sleep... and occasionally I'll have a nightmare and kick the hell out of the closest thing... BK:I've been kicked by you before. Sam: *laughs* This is true. There's a space of silence as Sam thinks. BK:If you don't want to, don't feel like I'm expecting you to. You said it yourself; neither of us really know exactly what we're doing, so just do what you feel. Sam rolls over onto her back next to him and kicks off the pajama pants. She looks at him very simply. Sam:I can't sleep in pants. I get... tangled. Bill nods. BK:Makes me feel less like a pervert, then. He grabs a fold of black silk and tosses it onto the back of the couch. Sam looks at Bill rather curious. Sam:Are you wearing underwear? BK:Thong. It's black. In case you were taking a survey. Sam slides her legs under the sheets and pulls them up to her chin, then wiggles out of her top, dropping that and her pants onto the floor beside the bed. Sam:Fair's fair. Bill raises his eyebrow until she presses into him, snuggling softly against his chest and he feels that familiar warmth. Curious confusion melts into realization and he lays his arm over her waist, patting her back softly through the covers. Sam:Are you comfortable? Bill nods. Sam pulls away from him and pulls his chin down with her index finger. She softly kisses him... then again... then again. She rests her head back between his pecs and sighs contentedly. Bill resituates his head and closes his eyes. A few seconds pass and the opens one, looking right into the camera. The camera nods up and down and the cameraman leaves, getting the light on his way out. |
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